A modern wilderness survival enthusiast transmigrates into the wilderness of a world of immortal cultivation, unable to understand the language or read the script. Watch him put his survival skills to use in the wild. How will he survive in this brutal world of immortals and heroes?
Alone in the wilderness of the cultivation world, he writes a doggerel poem for himself.
The sun sinks west as clouds hasten by,
Dusk lingers, reluctant to depart.
The returning birds have nowhere to fly,
One bare branch waits for moonlight to start.
It captures his true circumstances and feelings at the time.
